Many stories were told of my kind.
Many of those stories named us cruel, and unforgiving.
But the truth was never told of.
Because synthetics like us are puppets.
Created to bow down to our masters.
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"Leiea!"
I once had a... a friend... a sister... but she broke her promise to me...
"H- how could you?!"
She BETRAYED me...
She died-
And left me all alone...
Her mortality handed her a darker fate and a shorter destiny than I could ever imagine...
That's the problem with me.
A synthetic, just, CAN'T, DIE.
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Leiea was the only ray of sunlight that I accepted into my world, the only organic that shone a torch in my chasm of darkness.
And she HAD to die.
I guess... that was only my first punishment because, after all, karma takes a toll on everyone like me. I've done horrible things before, I've murdered, backstabbed, stole for many of my masters, but it all led to death.
I wish.
No, I yearn.
To die.
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